Chapter 21: Wei Ming composes poetry in seven steps (4000-word big chapter, begging for monthly tickets!)

Just after hearing about Wei Ming from her husband when she got home, Lu Xiaoyan was a little confused at first.

What the hell, isn't Little Ming writing fairy tales? Why is he getting into serious literature again?

Playing around is one thing, but how did he get favored by "Harvest"!

What will Chinese children read in the future!

After all, as everyone knows, writing serious literature has high status, great fame, and more social status, while children usually only remember the characters in the story and won't remember who wrote the story.

In order to reassure his aunt, Wei Ming repeatedly stated: If it weren't for the fact that your magazine only wants one manuscript from me per issue, I wouldn't bother writing serious literature. Actually, I am very optimistic about children's literature!

This was his true heart's words. Think about the writer wealth list in later generations. Bestselling authors changed one after another, but Zheng Yuanjie and Yang Hongying remained unmoved, firmly in the top five, relying on the annual royalty income of tens of millions from old books, and occasionally reaching the top.

It can be seen that creating an excellent children's literature brand can be eaten for a lifetime, and children's literature can shape a child's soul from the root, which is a very meaningful thing.

So Wei Ming definitely wouldn't give up the pen name "Wei Shenme," and was also willing to invest more energy in children's literature.

Seeing Wei Ming say this, Lu Xiaoyan happily took apart Xile's old clothes and small quilts and made Wei Ming that thing, that "neck pillow."

According to Wei Ming's method, sew a long strip of cloth into a long cylinder, seal one end, turn it over, and then stuff cotton wool inside, stuffing it to a moderate tightness.

Finally, seal the other end and sew a rope on each end.

"How do you use this thing?" Lu Xiaoyan asked, holding the thing she made.

After Wei Ming took it, he put the neck pillow on his neck, then tied the rope to circle his neck.

Then he leaned against the wall: "Even if you are on the train, you can let your neck relax a little."

"Oh, let me try." Wei Ping'an was very interested.

Wei Ming laughed: "Uncle, you and Aunt are both office workers. Sitting for a long time is not good for your health. You can also make one."

Wei Ping'an tested it: "Hey, it's really not bad. Xiaoyan, you try."

Afterward, Wei Ming also put forward some improvement suggestions, such as sewing with two pieces of cloth, one piece longer and one piece shorter, so that a "U"-shaped cloth bag can be formed, and stuffing cotton wool into it will have a better effect.

Lu Xiaoyan understood as soon as she heard it and immediately started experimenting. The next day, she let her husband wear the U-shaped neck pillow to the office.

And after Wei Ming returned to the dormitory, the small room was already full of people.

Because many boys and girls from the Chinese Department came to find him, the commotion was very big, so the news that he was writing novels and was invited by "Harvest" to go to the Magic City to revise the manuscript spread throughout the school security team.

Everyone knew that Wei Ming not only told stories well, but also wrote well, and was a super genius that the talented men and women of the Chinese Department couldn't compare to!

Wei Ming thought he would get a tidal wave of flattery and fawning from everyone.

He didn't expect that what they cared about most was: "Before you leave the security team, hurry up and finish the story of 'Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils,' otherwise who can we find in the future!"

"That's right, that's right!"

"Must not leave it unfinished!"

Wei Ming couldn't laugh or cry: "First of all, I definitely won't leave the security team in the short term, and this story will be finished in two days. Don't worry, it will definitely be finished before going to the Magic City!"

Before going to sleep, Wei Ming told another section, and then fell asleep holding that copy of "Children's Literature."

The next morning, his roommates gave the room to him so he could focus on completing the final part of "Two Cows."

This time it seemed that the word count was a bit more, about 45,000 words. I don't know what price "Yanjing Literature and Art" can give.

In the afternoon, he still had to stand guard. When he was still an hour away from getting off work, Zhang Dening came.

"Oh, it seems I disturbed your work. Then how about I find a place to wait for you first."

"Wait for what, wait," Brother Feng suddenly appeared, "Little Wei, you entertain Editor Zhang first, let Mei Wenhua stand guard for you for a while."

Mei Wenhua had no complaints this time. He wished Wei Ming could publish more articles so that his fame would spread far and wide. Wei Ming has face, and they security guards have face!

He was counting on Wei Ming to help him pick up the dignity he had lost.

The security guard's dormitory was a bit messy, so they found a place next to the May Fourth playground, and Wei Ming took out his new work "Two Cows."

"Two Cows" sounds a bit unfamiliar. What if it were changed to "Cow Fighting"?

Plus keywords like Director Guan Hu and Huang Bo's Golden Horse Award-winning work, it is estimated that more people have heard of it.

This is a legend that is widely circulated in the Yimeng Mountain area. "Cow Fighting" was created on this basis, but Wei Ming felt that the name was a bit incomprehensible, so "Two Cows" points directly to the core.

"Can I take it back and read it?"

"Not reading it here?"

"I need quiet reading."

"Then can I go back?" Leaving tomorrow, still have to pack up.

Zhang Dening: "Can we talk about your previous work? I'm very curious, what kind of story moved 'Harvest'."

"Okay, simply summarized, it's a story of an educated youth fighting two donkeys." If you don't know, you can watch the movie "Wait and See," starring Wenzhang.

Two donkeys? Zhang Dening looked at the two cows in her hand again. This handsome boy seems to like writing about livestock.

Wei Ming: No way, I have life.

When talking about "Donkey Five and Donkey Six," Wei Ming even performed while talking, especially the long monologue of the male lead to Black Six's brother Black Five, which made Zhang Dening couldn't help but want to applaud.

This is definitely a very interesting work that is enough to make people reminisce, but unfortunately it is not for their "Yanjing Literature and Art."

When Wei Ming talked about the end, Black Six turned into donkey meat fire to avenge his brother, and finally only a charred skeleton remained, Zhang Dening couldn't help but feel melancholy.

What a spiritual donkey!

However, she clearly felt that the donkey in Wei Ming's story was not just a donkey.

It is more like referring to a certain type of person.

It's just that without seeing the original text, this can only be some of Zhang Dening's speculations.

"Comrade Wei Ming, let's stop here today. Very happy to meet you. I think this novel should not disappoint me. Hope we can cooperate often in the future."

Wei Ming said bluntly: "That depends on your magazine's sincerity."

"Sincerity? Do you mean manuscript fees?" Zhang Dening was not sure.

"Right." Wei Ming was very frank.

"Ah, you are so mercenary." Zhang Dening teased. Nowadays, writers pay attention to the backbone of literati and are ashamed to talk about money.

Wei Ming said sincerely: "Since I was a child, my mother told me that children from poor families take charge early. My parents are farmers who dig food from the soil, and their health is not good. There is also a young sister who needs to go to school. Let you laugh."

At this point, Zhang Dening couldn't laugh anymore. This already tall boy even became majestic in her eyes.

She also said seriously: "If the work is indeed good, I will definitely fight for it with the leadership."

"There is one more thing, can you arrange for publication as soon as possible? I am in a hurry to use money."

"This..." Wei Ming said: "'Harvest' will be published in November at the earliest. If you can catch up before that, this will be my debut work!"

Zhang Dening understood what he meant. If Wei Ming can really soar in the literary world, then as the platform for his first published work, "Yanjing Literature and Art" has the merit of a Bole!

However, it definitely won't catch up this month, and it will be October at the earliest.

She nodded and agreed.

Returning to the dormitory, Zhao Debiao was leaning against the wall wearing Wei Ming's neck pillow.

"Brother Ming, this thing is really easy to use. I'll ask my mom to get me one later."

His mother works in a street garment factory, so it doesn't cost anything.

"Only thinking about yourself, what about Brother Feng, and Wenhua."

Mei Wenhua didn't expect that he would have a share, not in vain for helping him stand guard, and helping him blow cowhide.

Under Qiao Feng's reminder, Wei Ming's story show "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" finale began.

Soon, their dormitory was full of people, so they opened the door and let people who couldn't squeeze in carry stools and sit outside. Familiar people would also distribute cigarettes to each other, and the room was like a fairyland.

!

Just when Wei Ming talked about the confrontation between the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts and the army led by the Emperor of Liao, and Duan Yu and Xuzhu used their powerful martial arts to capture Yelü Hongji.

Liu Zhenyun suddenly squeezed in from the crowd: "Little Wei, so you live here. Are you having a class meeting?"

Breaking the chapter here is going to be struck by lightning.

So Wei Ming hurriedly pulled Liu Zhenyun and said: "Brother Zhenyun, you sit on Biaozi's bed first, I will be done here soon."

Wei Ming didn't even have time to introduce Liu Zhenyun. At this time, delaying time, Liu Zhenyun's ancestors are easily sunned.

He continued to talk, and then the three of Xiao Feng forced Yelü Hongji to swear to retreat, and not to send troops to the Great Song in his lifetime.

"Yelü Hongji had his life in others' hands, so he had to agree.

So he passed down the imperial decree, blew the horn, and prepared to return to the dynasty.

At this time, he looked back at Xiao Feng and sneered: Xiao King, you have made such a great contribution to the Great Song, high officials and rich salaries are just around the corner.

Xiao Feng shouted loudly: Your Majesty, Xiao Feng is a Khitan, and once swore brotherhood with Your Majesty. Today, I forced Your Majesty, becoming a great sinner of Khitan. Neither loyal nor righteous, how can I stand between heaven and earth in the future?

After speaking, he raised the two broken arrows in his right hand, used his internal energy, stabbed his right arm back, and with a puff, inserted it into his own heart."

Wei Ming said while gesturing. Thanks to his years in the People's Art, although he had never really been an actor, his expressiveness was quite good.

All the listeners at the scene said "Ah," as if the broken arrow was inserted into their own chests.

So painful! So blocked!

Zhao Debiao asked nervously: "Xiao Feng won't die, right?"

Wei Ming sighed: "He died."

"Ah!"

"What!"

Just when the listeners were about to explode, Wei Ming pressed his hand: "Listen to me, it's not over yet~"

They thought there would be a reversal later, but there wasn't.

Wei Ming also talked about A'zi digging out her eyeballs and returning them to You Tanzhi, and then jumping off the cliff to commit suicide while holding Xiao Feng's body.

And Duan Yu and his party encountered the crazy Murong Fu on the way back to Dali, with only A'bi by his side.

That was the end of the book.

Wei Ming certainly didn't tell the new revision version. Wang Yuyan finally married into the Duan family. Duan Yu, the first person in the opening, married three "sisters" as wives and inherited the throne of Dali, becoming the biggest winner.

His dreamlike success somewhat diluted Xiao Feng's tragic color.

Only when people dispersed and reminisced about this story again would they find that the most unforgettable and most unforgettable thing is still this Xiao Feng, Hero Xiao, who is righteous and thin, caught between Song and Liao, and finally sacrificed his life.

"Brother Zhenyun, how was the story I just told?" Wei Ming asked.

At this time, he had already pulled Liu Zhenyun away from the smoky dormitory and returned to the ground.

"Heroic righteousness, although it is a popular novel, it must be a good story," Liu Zhenyun praised.

But when he read more Jin Yong martial arts, it was another evaluation.

"Brother Zhenyun, do you have anything to do with me?" Wei Ming cut to the point.

Liu Zhenyun coughed twice: "I, I am soliciting manuscripts for 'Weiminghu' magazine. After the editorial department heard about your deeds, they felt that if there were articles by Wei Ming in 'Weiminghu,' it would definitely add a lot of color."

Wei Ming pondered slightly: "Originally, Brother Zhenyun opened his mouth, I should agree..."

Although he knew that there would generally be a "but" later, Liu Zhenyun already felt very face-saving.

However, Wei Ming didn't take the usual path. He gritted his teeth: "Fine, I am indeed preparing a novella for 'Contemporary,' how about I give it to you cheaply."

Now it was Liu Zhenyun's turn to be embarrassed. Their student magazine has no manuscript fee budget. Even if they invited Mr. Mao Dun to write an inscription, there was no lubrication fee.

"Oh, you don't have a manuscript fee budget," Wei Ming pretended to be enlightened, and then said in a dilemma, "It's really inappropriate to talk about money with students, but you also know that my family is in the countryside, and these manuscripts are used to earn money to subsidize the family."

Before Wei Ming finished speaking, Liu Zhenyun hurriedly said: "I understand, I understand."

If his manuscript could earn manuscript fees, he would definitely be reluctant to let "Weiminghu" white-whore. He, who was also living in poverty, absolutely stood with Wei Ming.

"Novels are indeed inappropriate, then do you have any previous poems? Just a small one will do." Liu Zhenyun lowered the requirements very, very low.

Wei Ming asked: "Then are there any requirements for the theme?"

"Actually, there are no requirements. Of course, it's best to be about ideals, beliefs, courage, or love."

Wei Ming shook his head: "Then I don't have any. The poems I write are all about cows, sheep, mules, and horses, and they were all written when I was a child, and I am not very satisfied."

Seeing Wei Ming say so, Liu Zhenyun didn't force it anymore: "Anyway, I've made this friend of yours. It's a great honor to know you. You are welcome to come to our dormitory to play in the future. Our dormitory is basically all rural children. I think they will welcome you very much."

Old Xiong, brother, I have tried my best.

Then Liu Zhenyun also reported his dormitory number.

Wei Ming nodded and said again: "Modern poetry pays attention to inspiration and emotion. When I have a feeling, the poem I write will definitely consider your 'Weiminghu' first, no money."

"Haha, that's a deal!" Liu Zhenyun said again, "It's inappropriate not to give money, and it's inappropriate to give money. When the time comes, let the girls in the editorial department treat you to a meal each."

Liu Zhenyun turned and left with a smile. After walking a few steps, probably seven steps, he heard a voice from behind:

"Holy crap, got it! Got it, got it!"

(It's the end of the month, if you don't vote now, when will you... vote!)

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